Flight From Echo Falls Lyrics by Vells

The taste of the space
In teemy tall times
The rush of the pacing
Everkind
But all is too late
To reverize
On the flurries come
The darn of fury's sons
So we ride the wind
To rift and wayward
The song of the child
Chasing
To stop up the milds
Of cowardice
Run you rivers run
Under tons and tons
Of suns

Bright as a falling sky
To twist and fold
To twist and fold
Through a flashing eye
You saw all you needed
Bought and sold again
Blissed in the hours
On high

Until all the tops
Have toppled in vain
Until all is rot
And rails of wrung rage
We carve on a knot
To spell the ways
We belong to one
Even when
The thunder comes

If it folds in
The folds are fates' own
Better best are
Your righteous days
They're the echoes
Of Grace

The taste of the space In teemy tall times The rush of the pacing Everkind But all is too late To reverize On the flurries come The darn of fury's sons So we ride the wind To rift and wayward The song of the child Chasing To stop up the milds Of cowardice Run you rivers run Under tons and tons Of suns Bright as a falling sky To twist and fold To twist and fold Through a flashing eye You saw all you needed Bought and sold again Blissed in the hours On high Until all the tops Have toppled in vain Until all is rot And rails of wrung rage We carve on a knot To spell the ways We belong to one Even when The thunder comes If it folds in The folds are fates' own Better best are Your righteous days They're the echoes Of Grace